Little brother is coming home from bootcamp next week. This is everything that he wants

I’m going to tell you all a little bit about what’s going on in my life right now. My husband left for Marine Boot Camp a few weeks ago, so I haven’t had as much time to blog as I would have liked. For the first two weeks without him, it had been hard. The good news is that I won’t have to wait too long to see him—about 10 weeks. I now only blog about what I have done and what I have learned up to this point. Like me, you might not have had a loved one go to boot camp. When someone you care about joins the military, you want to know everything about it. You Google every question you can think of because you’re too shy to ask.

I just recently found out the following about the whole boot camp process:

Other than writing letters, there is no other way to talk. Yes, that’s right. utilising snail mail Also, they don’t send the letter with their address until about a week after they get there. My husband’s first letter arrived sixteen days after he left. Even though we had three feet of snow last week, the mailman still came to deliver our mail, so I’m glad it didn’t come any sooner. Because of this, the mailbox was knocked over, and all the mail was buried in the snow. I was scared that the three feet of snow would cover my important letter with his address or, even worse, a letter from him. I was happy to find two DRY letters in my mailbox today. On the plus side, writing letters can be very romantic. After we got married and didn’t have to write each other letters anymore, that was the only thing I really missed about dating. Since I sent him my first letters a week ago, five letters from him say that he still hasn’t gotten any of them. What a stressful way to share information!

As promised, when your recruit arrives, you will get ONE phone call. When he got there at 12:38 in the morning, it was my night. It was only 17 seconds long. We had agreed that he would call my cell phone, which I had been carrying with me since he left. He called me while I was sleeping, but I woke up, answered the phone, and was lucky enough to hear him, even though it was just him reading from a script. While the other guys in the background were shouting their lines, my husband simply said it in an authoritative way. He looked like he was about to laugh, which made me feel better because I had heard that many people during “the phone conversation” looked scared or like they were about to cry. Just before he hung up, I yelled, “I love you!” because I knew I didn’t have time for anything else. I hope he got my message.

It is very important that I write to him often. That’s the only way he can talk to other people. Since he left, I’ve been writing to him virtually every day to gather letters to send to him. I tried not to get too excited about hearing from him right away, though. But I’m not upset that his letters take so long to get here. He did nothing wrong.